RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Believing In Humor - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Waking to energy of my soul, captivating intellect so
pleasurably, feeling like I'm still in a dream world,
not caring if I don't wake up.
Smiling as the sun shines upon my being, stirring each
and every particle with it's warm energy, sending sparks
of poetical musings into my mind.
Lighting fires of my passion, setting them ablaze and
teaching innate knowledge at a greater rate than normal,
feeling it like the speed of light or sound.
Depending on which responds to the rhythms of intellect
that begin first, showing the smile in the sound of my
voice and verve of my soul.
As I get ready for the day, writing poetry to start the
engines of my innate creativity, laughing at the existence
that takes me into this brand new day.
Believing in the humor that tickles my brain, an impossible
idea, yet it happens anyway as I am constantly awakened by
the energy of my soul.
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